Boston

There are very few pictures of me with my dad.

Out of all of them, this is my favorite.

My dad is from Boston,

and that's exactly where this picture was taken in March, 1989.

I wish that I was old enough to remember why he's smiling so big, what adventure we were on that day, or the way the ocean smelled.

He was my whole world, my entire childhood, and in many ways he still is.

He's turning 52 this month.

When I was little, and people used to ask why he was always gone, I'd tell them proudly that "he was saving world."

...my heart still believes it, in some small way.